Ode to a Nightingale - John Keats
“But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.”
On a grey but not entirely unpleasant winter morning in London, we made our way to Hampstead Heath to, quite literally, get above it all. John Keats knew what he was doing when he called Hampstead his home, and I too, would be hard pressed to find a more inspiring and restorative spot in the city.
Equipped with a silk scarf for good measure (as predictably it did eventually start raining), I opted for some easy layering for a comfortable put together aesthetic. Consider this my foray into queen Mum meets granny chic - corgis optional.